They began talking about another big storm at the end of last week. I was trying to not listen because I’ve had it with winter. It has been pretty warm … well at least not bitterly cold. We’ve had two nor’easters in less than two weeks, so what were the odds of having another one?
Yesterday, the morning arrived with a brilliant blue sky. We already knew that there was a storm brewing and we hustled to try and get everything done before whatever it was that would hit us.
When we got home from the MVB and the doctor and the post office, the sky wasn’t blue. It was filling up with storm clouds.
Tuning in the weather on TV, we were assured we’re absolutely getting snow. A lot of snow. More than a foot and possibly twice that. What happened to our tentative grasp on spring? The dawning hope of flowers?
When I first got up this morning, I opened the insulated curtains and looked outside. About an inch and a half, I figured. Then I turned on the computer and realized … that was just the beginning. There was at least another foot, maybe a foot and a half still to come.
I went back to bed. I saw absolutely no point in getting up. When I finally poked my head out of the covers a couple of hours later, there was a lot more snow on the ground … on everything. I told the dogs to stop being ninnies and go on out, which they did. Complaining, then, suddenly delighted. They kept coming in, covered in snow, having me towel them down, then running right back out. They don’t need spring. This is great, right Ma?
Will this winter never end? Between the brutality of politics and the cruelty of weather, the news is giving me a headache.
Nor is there any guarantee this will be the last storm of the season. It’s March. You just never know what’s coming next.
NOTE: Posts like this take a lot longer than you think. I have to take the pictures, process them, and finally post something. I apologize for being so slow, but all that takes time!